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A string pulls tight, followed by several more.

The feeling to go, and to soar.

 

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*Background song for the post.

 

 

 

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Without a word, the woman slipped out from her home to go on one of her daily walks.

Yet, she continued going far past there; boots dragging through muck and dirt and mud and ash. Her mind was blank, only so much as that soft sing-song she'd come to know over many years filling her inner ears. It buzzed like static, the background tune to the beat that her heels hit the soft ground with. Sloshing through damper ground as she wandered, feeling endless as the very soles of her feet pulsed. When her head lifted up again, after minutes upon hours upon days on end, she was met with a forest lit in sunrise. Dew hung upon blades of grass, dripping from dozens of meters up from heavy hanging leaves. That moisture hung in the air like a mist, stagnant over top the river. 

 

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Each breath rasped from her maw like desert's air, harsh upon her inner throat. An attempted hum turned to a wheeze, a lingering crack in tone. Her head tilts ever further back, feeling each and every pop, leaving a resounding pain in her nape. It was a struggle to wipe her goggles clean with muddled gloves, until she eventually came to realize: the inner section of her goggles was simply fogged up. A finger wiggled in to clear it up, just as rain began to fall and petrichor filled the air. Rain beaded on the dark lenses as it came pouring down.

 

All at once did they begin to cry,

Wailing out in anxieties, screaming violences,

With each and every thing that could've gone wrong on the adventure to

nowhere,

 

to the middle of nothing depths

of forest soaked in morning.

 

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A recount,

 

Controlled breaths, whistling between grit teeth. Each one, almost in mimic of nature’s own tune. The same one that swirled in the shrubbery and aspens, and of fish that squirmed past her boots sunken in the river rocks below. 

 

It was cold. The tips of her fingers dragged through the water just along shore, clumps of algae slipping between the glove. A few clumps were dragged free, squeezing the water out of them to store away in a pocket of her bag; it was much to the displeasure of the automaton and feasle sitting inside, of which both squawked and squeaked back at her. 

 

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In that moment, it was but a soft feeling to start. A chill that washed over her, a realization of it all: that exact thing that her elder told her to. Listen, and listen close. It was.. Louder, louder than those voices, whether it was her or someone else, that hadn’t mattered. Her feet only carried her forward, a pocket full of moss, a palm filled with a wildflower bouquet; collecting as she goes. Bits and pieces, sticks and stones.

 

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Eventually, the automaton avian crawled from the depths of her satchel, and the in-progress supplies of a cloak. It soared over her head, whisking through the misty air several meters above, and swerving between branches and trunks. The feasle squirming in her bag chattering happily, gifted a handful of berries from the side of the river’s path.

The forests grew thicker and thicker, the river running to sea. Weaving through the trees, bigger than any building she’d ever seen, was the rustling of foliage and wind a sky length above her. Slinging a cloak over her mud-soaked form, she continued on.

 

 

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Hours passed, and a chirruping followed close behind, clicking at her heels and amongst the grasses. Collapsing with exhaustion along a tree stump, and finally turning her head: a whole troop of Spined Feasles. Her own, squeaking in greeting. Taking a rest beneath the stars, the critters played all night long, leaping leagues and bounds in the shrubbery around them. 

 

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Fists collided against the stones, time after time, till her knuckles began to bleed. Strike after strike, clawing in vain against it. Her nails flaked, fingertips raw, as limestone piled upon dirt didn’t so much as budge. 

 

Turning from this needless violence, she comes to face Lilly. The red haired ‘ame, wide and teary eyed, guarded with Zae’s fists; each, scalded in crimson. Val, rested in her arms. Lilly’s arms, beaten and bruised. 

 

Anger, viewing needless destruction; to what end? Fearing, does the dark swallow her?

No,

she remains whole,

and does not change.

 

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The woman blinks; faced now with their fallen forms.

Firstly, her fathers; her grandmother opposite, blade bared.

An old man, green eyed and blonde, swearing out at her.

 

Waterfalls swirl beneath her soles.

She spins, her grandfather, soaked in violet, a fist sent to the center of her throat.

 

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" How are you doing?

Decent."

"Even with hurting her yourself?

That wasn't me."

"You're sure?

"And what if it is next time?

You know I can't answer that."

"To what end?

"How long will you be this way?

 

"How long until something worse occurs?"

"How long until it's not you anymore? "

 

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Wooden logs laid beneath her feet, flames licking her metal-wrapped shins as the iron bubbled. They all stand against her: those she hoped to see, those she missed, and dearer ones. A ‘ker with black eyes, his blade drawn and a man in green looming, glaring from behind him in faint fear. An ‘ame lad with a detesting look to his eye, a bow drawn from above.

They each grew closer. Little red, an arrow she held pointing between the woman’s eyes. Behind her, a blade curls around her throat from the tavernkeep. Her teacher, laden in white, with a pole-arm’s edge pressed to her spine.

 

A gray and white figure, strands of ‘hair’ extending to her heels with a scream extended out to charge. A cry, with command to kill from the pink eyed fellow, ginger locks hanging over his eyes, and green woven up and laying over his tattoos. A silver haired woman, a fork in hand, that sliced just inches from the flesh of her arm, a woman that reeked of the sea just like she did.

Finally now a woman leapt down, a strike to end her. The short redhead, fierce, one she had fought side by side a few times, to save, or to injure by her own mistakes. 

 

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A gasp,

 

How much more? She resigns herself, chest heaving.

 

Her very soul, conflicted, each innards’ twist and turn. Taunting her. Her heart hardens, and with that, her eyes coil upward. Something new, not dark. Not light. Not in-between, but separate. 

 

 

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The fresh light of morning, as the creatures had long gone from their play. Her gloves gripped the damp grass and mud, clumping in her fists. She breathes in, and looks down. The berry-feasted feasle rested upon her satchel, the automaton in her lap, flapping its wings. Concern, in some form? Possibly.

 

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Not to sleep again for the coming days, she carries on. On and on, maintaining her gait. Snatching a pant from its very roots, to stow away in the ropes over her shoulder, left to dry there. Mosses, shoved in jars next to algae. Reeds, crumpled and crushed, tied in strings, and strapped to her side.

It became more like murky water the longer she walked, her vision swaying and faint inability to catch sight of her feet amidst the grass. Birds scattered as she crashed through brush and undergrowth, trampling the falling leaves. 

 

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With humming came laughter, silent jokes to her inner murmuring and mumbling. Aster chirped back as if it meant anything to her words, the automaton springing around her feet. Eventually, a path came to her eye. Skipping along it, till coming across a road. 

And once again, with the walls of civilization in sight, she searched for signs to lead the way home. 

 

After all, they could all not hurt her, the way her mind had imagined.

After all, to what end should she misinterpret?

 

No, there’s possibility, but she’s not most certain.

 

After all,

 

it was her one most true belief

 

that they would not.

 

 

 

 

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Heyo!

This is just a creative post for one of my characters to help me process some of her progress, and her thoughts and an experience or two; some thoughts about other characters, or, maybe it was all a dream? 
Just something fun to write, I hope you enjoyed reading!

 

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